1. |
Mood Ring
04:59
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stay with me tonight,
stay with me for a night
the feeling of your touch,
is making me shake
and I can tell so much,
by the way you move,
this bed is swallowing me,
like the earth
she changes hair with her emotions,
it’s so colorful and her beauty,
is like no color I’ve ever seen,
and you love me
Mood ring,
Tell me how I’m feeling,
cause I just can’t help this feeling,
that I’m in love
And I long for the day when I can return,
You are a fire where I’d happily burn
(and I don’t want to let go of you!)
do you know,
what you saved me from?
can you tell i was on my own?
when you found me
the weeks spent in the graveyard,
smoking cigarettes,
putting the ashes,
in a can of dad’s soda
you are so sick,
just like me,
in the best ways,
I love you completely
like a pleasant fever,
like the best headache,
don’t go away,
I can’t take the heartache
Mood ring,
Tell me how I’m feeling,
cause I just can’t help this feeling,
that I’m in love
And I long for the day when my baby returns,
You are a fire and I’m ready to burn
(and I don’t want to let go of you!)
(you’re eyes are crystal and blue)
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2. |
21st Century Dream
04:32
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They sell razors on the corner,
and for your age it’s all you can eat
The devils are in the walls
The machines will burn it down
Girls up like plastic dolls,
their makeup like a clown
Your words smell like,
thrift store perfume,
and it’s fogging,
yes it’s fogging,
it’s fogging up the room
Ghosts in the TV,
you can watch it in 3D,
what happened to the dream?
The 21st century
We’ll remember you,
by the pictures on your phone,
the ones that you took,
when you were all alone
Death can be a fashion statement,
you can die in your parents basement,
Drugged up and naïve,
a ghost in the machine,
what happened to our dreams?
I am not interested in death,
I am obsessed with living,
dying is not breathing a breath,
and my lungs are so unforgiving
Button eyes look at me as if to say,
where are we now?
Ghosts in the TV,
you can watch it in 3D,
what happened to the dream?
The 21st century
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3. |
No Fun
03:32
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No Fun
G A
You’re no fun
You take advice from the internet
You’re no fun
You wear the same clothes as the president
You’re no fun
You write letters to pieces of paper
You’re no fun
You let guys you know don’t care get you pregnant
You’re no fun
You live your life yes you paint by the numbers
You’re no fun
She taught me time, yes that time is a dictator
You’re no fun
You’re wasting your life, you're wasting your time
You’re wasting your life, yes you're wasting your time
You’re wasting your life, and you're destined to die!
Yes I like you, yes you seem to be fun,
I’ve never felt like I fit in anywhere,
but you seem to hear my tune,
and understand the words,
and I think, you’re pretty fun
I think you’re so fun
I wanna have fun with you
I wanna have lots of fun with you
I know that you’ve been given excuses,
why you always have to be careful,
like everything has to be awful,
everything has to be filed
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You never call home anymore,
what happened to you?
you were such a good son,
oh what did we do?
Oh you were our boy
You never call home anymore,
you used to be such fun,
we’re so disappointed,
that you bought a gun,
oh you bought a gun
You never call home anymore,
was it something we said?
We don't understand why,
she’s in your bed,
are you with her at night?
I'm tired of thinking about this,
and about all of you,
don't call me on Christmas,
I’m sick of you too,
I’m sick of your “love”.
Please don’t call anymore,
was i just a ghost?
I kept in the cupboard
and collected dust,
oh I was your boy
There’s hole in our hearts,
where you used to be,
Why won't you call back home?
You got somewhere to be?
Oh you were our boy
I wish you could understand,
why I feel the way I do,
I wish i could explain,
all of this to you,
oh i wish you just knew
You never call home anymore,
what happened to you?
You were such a good son,
oh what did we do?
Oh you were our boy
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5. |
Used To Love
02:26
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You look like someone,
Who someone used to love,
Or maybe they never loved you at all
I just see a pain behind your eyes
You look like someone,
Someone who used to love,
People touch you when they’re lonely,
They seek comfort from your body
You look like someone who’s used to love,
You like someone used by love,
What someone tells you is love
Their love is like bad internet,
Sorry but there’s just no connection
Oh, you look like someone who needs to know!
Love is real
Love is real
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6. |
Never Meant
04:22
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Life is a waste,
she said,
I wish i'd never,
been born at all
All this guilt over you,
makes me wanna end,
I don't owe it to you,
you weren’t there in the end
I wasn’t the one,
you were looking for,
I never meant,
I never meant,
I never meant anything to you
how does that feel?
it doesn't feel good
how does that feel?
I guess you're still,
figuring things out,
and so am I,
and so am I
I guess I’m still,
figuring things out,
and so are you,
and so are you
I wasn’t the one,
you were looking for,
I never meant,
I never meant,
I never meant anything to you
how does that feel?
how does that feel?
it makes you feel unsure
how does that feel?
it makes you feel insecure
I hope someday,
when everyone has,
figured it out,
they'll say sorry
I hope someday,
when you have,
figured it out,
they'll say sorry
I hope someday,
when I have,
figured it out,
I’ll say sorry
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7. |
Black Days
04:02
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I thought the man would rise again,
and yeah I guess you did
Now I'm feeling paper,
now I get it,
almost in your shoes,
I hope a lot of us do
We were trying to keep the vision,
trying to keep the chaos
But a tower of people stood in the way,
of much to their hard control,
on what and who and where,
we can think
Caught in your button eyed gaze,
thought you were always,
end of the low phase,
how do you get out of the black days?
They're left alone,
no guides,
nothing to look at,
and reply
Throwing things at the dark,
not sure what way to switch,
poor little kitsch
Can you kill the mocking birds,
when they're bigger than you,
when they pick at you,
so much higher than you
Caught in your button eyed gaze,
thought you were always,
end of the low phase,
how do you get out of the black days?
Staring at me,
Staring at me,
Staring at me,
Staring at me
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Brandon Jordan Fort Wayne, Indiana
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